Did all reverie sproutfrom the deep surges of the soulon the wing, smiling?

Melding sorrow and smile from experiences sweet and sour…?

From the unfettered flights of fancy,flipping the cosmos, respiring dreams…?

From the fleeting daysskimming the founts of countless forays…?

Or, from a simple, sallow desireWith a thrusting pathway…?

With burgeoning of colors galore,the mind’s meanderingdoes not remain in the attic,it erupts through the walls,gathering the gleams of resolveand throwing light on the fog-bound road,becomes the very life of existence.